A Wooden Door, A Metal Key Poem by Rani Turton

A Wooden Door, A Metal Key

Rating: 3.3

A plain wooden door, nerve-ridden
A carved metal key, in my pocket hidden.

And secrets that lie behind that blank facade
A building, some windows, my dreams.

I wandered on those blind Parisian streets.
Nobody knew my name
Nobody knew where I came from
I was different, yet still the same.

A wooden door like corpus callosum
Holds my two worlds together
I enter now, I walk out at midnight I flee
The buzzing and the hum.

Frank Cannon 18 January 2008

It would seem, dear Rani, that the left side of the door has lit up with the comings and goings of so many inventive lines. Use the key. Unlock the potential.

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Broken Peaces 22 January 2008

Agood write Rani the key to your writting is your imagry and growing talent love from the Morvan Chris 10

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Francis Duggan 25 January 2008

A very good poem Rani it makes one think and that is a good thing again well done

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Onelia Avelar 16 April 2008

wonderful poem, i got strange feeling of liberation after reading it, as if i got some secret key and now i also can flee... Thank you for sharing, Rani

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David Desantis 01 May 2008

I love this 'a building, some window, my dreams'....windows and dreams are often tied together...great one

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Ashraful Musaddeq 01 June 2009

'A building, some windows, my dreams.' An excellent poem where you have wonderfully described the idea. The last lines are valuable. Composition is powerful and melodious. Added 10 to it.

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Ruth Walters 21 May 2009

I loved this poem too. You're very good you know. Ruthy

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Kesav Easwaran 07 May 2009

Attractive title...tempted me to open it out... lovely indepth write, Rani...i love those windows...your Parisian dreams...10

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Michael Harmon 13 April 2009

Nicely expressed: depth, dichotomy and connection.

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Paul Hansford 29 December 2008

I liked - the way you have occasional rhymes but don't let them take over. I wasn't very happy about - 'corpus callosum', which I had to look up, and seems very technical for this poem. (Was HUM meant to rhyme with CALLOSUM? I hope not!) I was puzzled by - the plain door and the carved key, wondering what the significance of these details might be. I would love to know - what your 'two worlds' are. There is obviously a very good poem hiding here.

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